Crazy, knock your socks off, boozey glory, that’s what this is.
I sprayed it on this morning and was struck gobsmackingly dizzy by a potent whiff of sweet whiskey/sugarcane rum that snatched me out of this dull, cold world and dumped me clean into my better, shimmering, ridiculously happy parallel universe where chandeliers are made of root beer tootsie-pops and . . . what? Jesus Christ, you need MORE than chandeliers made of root beer tootsie-pops?!
Cretins.
Just buy the damn stuff, because it smells all smoky/incense/sticky bun wonderful eight hours later, too.
UPDATE:
It’s nice when you find a fragrance that’s good enough to make you sit down and write an email complimenting the chef — what’s even nicer is when the chef posts your compliment on his website:
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